Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.